Tears from heaven wash the trees,
they’re blow-dried in a cooling breeze,
while chickadees and sparrows sing
telling all the world, “it’s spring”
Once more the woods are painted bright,
the day goes on for half the night,
Mother Nature has her fling-
new life comes forth and it is spring.
Tulips, children, puddles, grass,
Mother Nature’s looking glass,
love and laughter on the wing,
a new beginning, it is spring.
©Sharron R. Glasstetter 1976 – Reposted